“This story begins within the walls of a castle, with the birth of a mouse. A small mouse. The last mouse born to his parents and the only one of his litter to be born alive. ‘Where are my babies?’ said the exhausted mother when the ordeal was over. ‘Show me my babies.’ The father mouse held the one small mouse up high.” Here, reader, is the tale of a tiny sickly mouse with unusually large ears; a mouse who takes his fate into his own hands. It is the tale of a beautiful flaxen-haired princess, who laughs often and makes everything around her seem brighter. It is the tale…